Window

Window vindauga vindr ‘wind’ + auga ‘eye’

The wind keeps me awake

It forces me to look at the tree again,

Undo my blinds

But the tree never comes alive

Just sways.

The wind blows aginst my window, deprivining me of my darkness, my weariness, of life inside the window. A bang! I look and i yearn to have a force, to gust, to scream, to let go.

But to break it, it broke me too.

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So i flew in pieces some i could never get back, some i could never let go, some that never let me go.

I wisper to the wind, 'will you take me away?' but it says nothing. I ask again, 'why don't you say?' but it says nothing. I bang the window, 'tell me!' and it says, 'break the window.'

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I was outiside yet inside a gaze. Outside differed everytime, but always felt the same warm but blinding. It kept me under care blinding me from my fear for i could never grow until i disaapeared from here.

To have a window, Is torture to the soul. But to have none, Is death of the it.